taken from

he dressed in black
headed down to the bar and held the door
for the people behind him

he danced in the center of
a raging storm
feeling the rain cascade across his face

creating rivers where there had been valleys
bogs where there had been plains
and a small ocean where there had been nothing but a lake

he sat on trade ships as they crossed
holding onto a replica ship in a glass bottle
waiting for land to come again

when he left
there was night
and he held the door once more

and without even a nod
the people took from him
without so much as a thank you


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